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Chapter 10
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warnings: Well, we're gonna be having some flashbacks in this chapter, and one of them is...kinda graphic. Just so you know.
A/N: Hi! I decided to upload this chapter today, 'cause I'm not going to have the time to do it this weekend, and...well, you know what I mean. Chapter 11 might be a while, 'cause I'm having a bit of trouble with it. I'll try and get it up asap, anyway. Hope you like it!
Those who guessed right about who Draco and Harry were singing about: Draconayzia, wizli, vittani, AngelRavenDove, Tryst, Yocum1219, HentaiZaru, Gaby, broken_wings, SugoiNoVenom, Anon and Kyuubi.
You guessed right that Draco sang about Lucius and Harry. Harry did sing about Vernon and old Voldipants. Virtual cookies to you!
Chapter 10 - Enjoy!
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Chapter 10
“And the winner is…Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter! It seems we have a tie. Could both gentlemen come up on stage, please?” Professor McGonagall announced in to the microphone. Draco was absolutely outraged! Once again Potter had managed to outshine him in something, but having a tie with Wonder Boy was actually worse than losing outright. He stomped up on stage, showing every last bit of his displeasure with the situation.
“Where’s Potter gone to then? Too scared to show up?” Draco sneered.
Suddenly Hermione Granger made her way up on stage, whispering something in Professor McGonagall’s ear. The Professor looked worried as she seemed to whisper something back in Hermione’s ear. The girl shook her head, before leaving again.
“Well, it seems that Mr Potter is not feeling well and has chosen to retire for this evening. We will just have to give out the prizes on a later date. For now, let’s all go to bed, there is a day tomorrow after all.” At McGonagall’s words, the students gave a collective groan and made their way back to their common rooms to go to bed. Draco was still standing up on the stage, his fists and jaw clenched tightly.
“Draco? Are you coming?” Pansy’s voice seemed to break through his anger a bit, and he stomped down the few steps to join with his two friends.
“I thought you were great, man. I mean, you did win, didn’t you?” Blaise said.
“That doesn’t matter, Blaise! He still beat me, he was still better than me – again!”
Draco hissed through clenched teeth. Pansy and Blaise shared a worried glance behind Draco’s back.
“Draco, dear…don’t you think you’re taking this rivalry with Potter a bit too far? I mean…we are in our last year, and 9 months from now, you’re probably never going to see him again. Ever. Don’t you think that maybe it’s time to stop?” Pansy asked. Draco stopped dead in his track, a stunned look on his face.
“Draco? Are you alright?” Pansy let worry seep in her voice, placing her hand on his arm.
“I’m fine, Pansy. Let’s just get back to the common room, shall we?” Draco said, before leaving the other two behind to share a worried glance before following him down to the snake lair.
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‘I never realized. I never thought there would be a day when he wasn’t there anymore. But Pansy’s right, in just 9 months we’ll graduate and then we’ll probably never see each other again. What is this strange feeling? Could it be…that I’m sad at the thought that I will have to see him go? My enemy and rival?’
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Harry woke on Saturday morning to rain pounding on the magical windows. He got out of his bed and dropped to the floor, beginning his day with push ups and sit ups, as he had done for the past month. He felt a great deal of satisfaction in the way his muscles stretched when he worked out, it made him feel a certain sense of pride in himself.
After having a hot shower to relax and get rid of the sweat that had run all over his body, he dressed in some of his new casual clothes. He picked a pair of dark denim jeans, that hugged his arse and legs in all the right places, before flaring out from the knee down. He chose a tight t-shirt so dark green it shifted to black, with the print ‘I don’t suffer from insanity – I enjoy every minute of it’ in silver across his chest. Nasha was wrapped around his left arm, her head resting on the back of his hand. He pulled on his black boots and tied his hair up in a low pony-tail before placing his wand in a brand new wrist holster on his right arm. That done, he made his way down to the common room, only to find Hermione standing by the tapestry waiting for him.
“Morning, Harry. You look great! You ready to head to breakfast?”
“Morning, Mione. Thanks, you look really nice too. You want to head down to Hogsmeade as soon as we’ve eaten?” Harry asked as they made their way through the tapestry and he waited for her answer as they walked across the Slytherin common room, only to be stopped at the door by none other than a very pissed off looking Draco Malfoy.
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“Well, congratulations, Potter. You’ve managed to beat me yet again. How does it feel to know you’ve beaten perfection?” Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Harry merely lifted his left eyebrow at him, without saying anything.
“Don’t you dare just stand there, all silent and thinking you’re better than me, Potter!”
“Are you quite finished, Malfoy? Only, Mione and I would like to be able to eat breakfast sometime this morning.” Harry calmly asked. He had after all, promised himself that he would cast aside his Gryffindor Golden Boy mask – and that meant stopping with the foolish way he had been fighting with Malfoy, as well. His answer seemed to infuriate the blond Slytherin to no end, as he grabbed Harry by the shoulders and slammed him in to the wall next to the door.
Quick as lightening, Harry hit him with a karate blow that sent him nearly across the room, slamming him into one of the sofas.
“Don’t you dare touch me again, Malfoy. You do, and I’ll make what happened to your bastard of a Father look like a walk in the park, ok? Leave me alone.” After making that statement, Harry turned around and dragged the still shocked Hermione up to the Great Hall, leaving the rest of Slytherin House to stare after them.
Draco slid down to sit on the floor, grey in the face and with his eyes widened in shock of what Potter’s threat really meant. He was one of the few people alive that knew what had really happened when his Father had been killed during the war.
*flashback*
Draco sat alone in the office of Head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He had been called there this morning, but Shacklebolt had yet to make an appearance. His secretary had informed him that this was due to the battle still raging on outside Godric’s Hollow, but that Mr Shacklebolt would be with him as soon as possible.
Finally, another two hours later, the door opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped into his office, making Draco start at the sudden noise.
“Mr Malfoy, sorry to have kept you waiting; we were just rounding up the last of the Death Eaters still on site in Godric’s Hollow.”
“Then, the war is over? Potter actually killed You-Know-Who?” Draco asked, hope in his voice at the possibility that it was finally over, that their side had won over Voldemort and his followers.
“Yes, Mr Malfoy, Harry arrived with the urn containing the Dark Lord’s ashes just an hour ago. Now, why I asked you here; I’m afraid that I have some bad news for you. Your parents were found dead this morning.” Draco sat quiet for a long while, before asking;
“H-how did they die?”
“It seems that your Mother took her own life after finding your Father. We found a small vial next to her body, it had a very potent poison in it.”
“And my Father?”
“It was quite horrifying, it seemed that he had been hit with a multiple of Dark curses, including ones that eviscerated him after skinning him alive, leaving him to bleed to death.”
“W-who did this? Who killed him?” Draco’s voice got louder at the end of the sentence, and he had stood up, knocking his chair over. Kingsley sighed deeply before answering him.
“We don’t know for sure, it could have been anyone. As soon as we get organised properly, we’ll try and find out, but chances are it was one of the other Death Eaters, or maybe the Dark Lord himself.”
“Thank you for telling me. If you’ll excuse me, I would like to go home now.” Draco said a little dazed.
“Of course, Mr Malfoy. And please accept my condolences.” Draco nodded and they shook hands, before Draco made his way outside and Apparated home to Malfoy Manor.
*end flashback*
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Walking along the main street of Hogsmeade, Hermione kept shooting worried glances at Harry.
He hadn’t said a word since he threatened Malfoy in the common room, and she was starting to worry about him.
“Harry? Are…are you ok?”
“I’m fine, Mione. It just…upset me.”
“You threw him across the room and threatened to kill him. I think that qualifies as a little more than ‘upset’, Harry.” Hermione said sarcastically.
“I just don’t…want people touching me, that’s all. Let’s go to WWW first, ok? The twins wanted me to stop by and check out some papers.”
“Ok, but you’re going to have to talk to someone about this, Harry. I mean, the way you reacted when…”
“Just stop it, Mione. I don’t want to talk about it now. Let’s just go.” With that, Harry stalked away, heading for Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, looking to the world as if a thundercloud had taken up permanent residence above his head.
Hermione shook her head at him, before following him, vowing to make him talk as soon as they got back to the castle.
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“Mr Potter! You will be serving detention at 8 o’clock tonight with me, in my office. Do not be late.” The voice of Severus Snape called out to him as he walked through the doors to the Entrance Hall.
“Is there a reason for this detention, Professor?”
“Fighting with another student is still against the rules of this school, Potter. Perhaps you had forgotten this, but I assure you that I have not. 8 o’clock tonight, Mr Potter.” With a swirl of his black robes, Snape was gone, leaving an angry Harry Potter and an outraged Hermione Granger behind.
“Goddamned Malfoy. I bet he’s the one who told Snape.”
“Probably. Do you want to head down to our rooms, or do you want to do something else?”
“No offence, Mione, but I really just want to be alone right now. I think I’ll go flying until I have to face the greasy bat. I’ll see you later, ok?” Harry took off down a corridor leading up to the third floor.
“But what about your broom, Harry? Don’t you have to go down and get it?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Harry said before turning a corner and disappearing.
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After asking Hogwarts Castle to create a short cut down to his room from the corridor on the third floor, he quickly got his Firebolt and made his way out to the Quidditch pitch to try and clear his head with flying.
As soon as he was soaring through the skies he could feel some of the tension easing from his shoulders. Doing daredevil stunts he let his mind wander, and didn’t notice the audience of first and second year students that had gathered to watch the Great Harry Potter flying.
It wasn’t until professor McGonagall’s magically enhanced voice called to the first and second years that it was 7:30 and that they’d all missed dinner, that he snapped out of his thoughts and became aware of his surroundings again.
Swearing softly to himself, he quickly landed his broom and made his way inside to grab something from the kitchens before his detention with Snape.
“You are on time for once, Mr Potter. I admit to being surprised. For your detention tonight, you will be meditating.”
“Meditating, sir?”
“Yes, Potter, meditating. Now sit down and shut up.”
Doing as he was told, Harry sat down on a pillow lying on the floor in front of the Potions Master’s desk. Closing his eyes, Harry focused his breathing and started emptying his mind.
“And I don’t want to hear a sound from you until you’ve finished, boy.”
‘…not a sound, boy…you deserve this, freak…you like that don’t you, freak? You like my cock up your arse, freak?...scream for me, freak…tonight I’m going to make you bleed…’ Harry whimpered as the memories came crashing back. He was so deep in his mind that he didn’t hear Professor Snape calling his name, or feel when he was shaking him to get him to snap out of it. Just as Snape shouted ‘Legilimens’ and entered his thoughts, his mind settled on a specific memory; his seventh birthday.
*memory/flashback*
Today was his seventh birthday. Like his previous birthdays, today probably wasn’t going to be a good day.
His Cousin Dudley’s birthday had been a very big deal, he had had a party with friends invited, and had gotten lots and lots of presents. Harry never got any presents. During the party, Harry had to stay locked in his cupboard and be quiet so no one would know that he was there. He didn’t really mind being locked in his cupboard, because it was his. He felt safe there. Or as safe you could feel at Number 4 Privet Drive when your name was Harry James Potter.
He had had to clean up after Dudley’s party, when Aunt Petunia and Dudley had gone out to the cinema and dinner, leaving Harry alone with his Uncle. Harry didn’t like his Uncle. He was terrified of him, because every time Harry did something wrong, his Uncle would punish him. Now, these were not your usual punishments, they didn’t punish Dudley like they punished Harry. Well, they never punished Dudley for anything, since he blamed everything on Harry.
So, today was his birthday.
After having cooked breakfast for the Dursley’s, and cleaning the entire house, Harry was exhausted. But he knew the day was not over yet. His Uncle always did something…special on his birthday. As he lay on his small cot, he could hear his Uncle saying goodbye to Aunt Petunia and Dudley. They were going away for a few days on Holiday to Hastings, to visit an old friend of the family. When he heard the door close and the taxi driving away, he held his breath. He started trembling when he heard his Uncle’s steps come to a halt in front of the door to his cupboard. When the door opened, he almost swallowed his own tongue in fright at the sight of his Uncle’s face.
“Come with me, boy. It’s time for your present, today is your birthday after all.”
Harry slowly followed his Uncle down the stairs to the cellar, his steps faltering on the steps as his rail-thin body protested after the hard work it had been put through today. The old t-shirt of Dudley’s that he was wearing went passed his knees and the socks he had on were a pair of Uncle Vernon’s. He wasn’t allowed to wear trousers, since his Uncle thought that it hindered his many punishments too much. His black hair was as unruly as usual, Aunt Marge, Uncle Vernon’s sister, said it was because of the bad blood he had from his parents. Harry got angry when they said anything bad about his parents. They had died in a car accident when Harry was just a baby; he had a strange lightening shaped scar on his forehead from the accident.
“Over here, boy.”
Harry hurried over to where Uncle Vernon was standing. He noticed that the cellar looked different from usual. It was almost completely bare and the walls had been painted a deep maroon. The lights hanging from the ceiling were covered with glass screens. On one of the walls there were chains bolted to a contraption that looked like half a cage. The small window had been nailed shut and covered in soundproof padding.
“Take off your shirt and socks, boy. And your pants, quickly now.”
“Yes, Uncle Vernon.” Harry said with a small voice as he hurried to do as his Uncle asked, less he be punished for not being quick enough. As soon as he was finished his Uncle grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the cage-like thing. He clamped the chains around Harry’s wrists, leaving him standing facing the wall with his hands held together in front of him by the chain.
“Do not move, boy. I will be back soon, and then the fun can begin.”
Harry stands silently as Vernon disappears up the stairs again. He is starting to get cold when his Uncle appears again, dragging a large mattress, and being followed by two men Harry has never seen before.
One of the men has short brown hair and a beard, blue eyes, and is quite slim. He looks to be 35 years old, but Harry can’t really be sure. He is wearing a grey suit with a white shirt and a blue tie.
The second man has light coloured hair and grey eyes. He looks to be in his late twenties, maybe 27, and he is tall. He is dressed in a charcoal suit with a white shirt and a silver tie.
Harry has no idea why the two strange men are there, have they come to watch Vernon punish him? But Vernon never wants anyone else present when he’s punishing Harry. Uncle Vernon throws the mattress on the floor next to where Harry is standing and tells him to lie down on it, face down. Doing as he is told, Harry doesn’t see the lust filled looks that he is getting from the three men.
“Isn’t he perfect? Just look at how obedient he is. You have trained him well, Vernon.”
A cold and amused voice says.
“Why, thank you! It’s taken a couple of years to get him this obedient, I can tell you. But then, I did take great pleasure in training him.” Vernon said gleefully.
“Are we allowed to do as we please with him? And do you want the money before or after?” the second voice said, just as coldly as the first one.
“Do what you want, and we can settle the money afterwards. Do you want me to go get some of the tools I use to discipline him? It’s mostly whips and such.”
“That would be…enjoyable. Please do.”
“I will be right back, gentlemen.”
Harry could hear his Uncle make his way up the stairs, and as soon as the door closed, the two men started talking to each other in amused voices.
“This is going to be fun, don’t you think? Vernon tells me he is a virgin, I have not had a virgin in years. It is always a pleasure to be the first to take them, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes, my old friend. I suppose that you want to go first then? Not that I mind, I’ve always preferred to have the blood as a lubricant when I take them.”
“Thank you, I would prefer to go first.”
“Here you go, gentlemen. It is some of my favourite whips and a few knives. Don’t forget to leave your mark on him, as you are the first ones to try him out.” With that Vernon left again, locking the door behind him.
During all this, Harry had lain completely still, trying not to draw attention to himself, all the while panicking in his mind. These men were going to do something to him, something that he hadn’t experienced before, he was sure of that. He had never heard Uncle Vernon talk like the two men had, so it must be something new. He could hear the rustling of fabric as the two men took off all their clothes, before they each picked up a tool from the box that Vernon had brought. The brown haired man chose a large bowie-knife, and the blonde man chose a cat-o’-nine-tails whip that had small metal pieces braided into the tails.
“Now, boy, do you know what we are going to do to you?” the blonde man said.
“No, sir.” Harry answered with a small and frightened voice.
“We are going to punish you.” Was the answer he got, in that cold amused voice. Harry buried his head in the mattress and started to shake. All he wanted right now was to be anywhere else.
That was when the whip fell on his back for the first time that night.
Crying out his pain, his scream was greeted by an amused chuckle, before the whip fell again. Again and again the blows rained on his back, until all the skin was broken and bleeding. Harry lay whimpering on the now bloodied mattress, but this was not his worst punishment by far. Uncle Vernon usually whipped him, so he was used to that. His Uncle had never whipped him so methodically, though. He had never made sure that every part of Harry’s back, butt and legs were covered in bleeding wounds as this stranger was doing.
Suddenly the whip stopped, and the cold amused voice spoke to it’s companion.
“Why don’t you have a go with that knife, old friend? I feel like I need a small break before I continue, and besides, why should I have all the fun while he is still able to scream?”
“Thank you, dear friend, I think I shall.”
Suddenly Harry’s back was on fire again, as the second man started slicing in his already open wounds with his knife. Harry started screaming again, his throat already raw from the screaming he had done while being whipped. His screams were hoarse now, and his voice would soon be completely gone.
The torture seemed endless, and Harry didn’t know how long he had been down there in the cellar with the two men.
When the knife stopped cutting, he could only whimper as tears poured from his eyes. He was sure he was going to die any second. No one could take all that and still be alive, and yet he was.
Suddenly he could feel one of the men kneel down behind him and push his legs apart before he started stroking Harry’s much abused arse with hands that seemed gentle. The hands pushed his arse cheeks aside, and he could feel something hard pressing against his anus. Automatically it clenched, and that seemed to please the man as he gave a small chuckle before leaning forward to whisper in the frightened child’s ear.
“It really is a pity that you cannot scream anymore, I do love it so when they scream when I take them.” Without further ado, that hard thing pressing against his anus was shoved in him. Harry opened his mouth and let out a long, keening wail, sounding like a wounded animal. The pain from the huge cock thrusting in and out of his arse nearly made him pass out. He could hear the man groaning and panting in pleasure as he continued to tear Harry up inside. Suddenly he froze, and with a last groan, came inside Harry. The come felt like fire inside of him, and he was sure that he would burn to a cinder. Maybe then the pain would stop.
“He really was exquisite, my friend. You will find him to your liking I am sure.” The man said as he pulled out of Harry and stood up to clean up and get dressed.
“Oh, I am sure that I will. I will see you upstairs in a little while, just as soon as I finish down here.”
“Take your time, no need to hurry on my account. I will settle the bill while you finish up, and then we can go have a drink at my house. You simply must meet my wife and son, he is seven now, and is starting to become quite accomplished in his lessons.”
“I would like that very much, my friend. I will be up shortly.” At that the first man made his way up the stairs, banged on the door so Vernon would open it, and stepped out to take a shower, leaving Harry alone with his next rapist.
The man knelt down between Harry’s bloodied legs and traced a finger over his torn anus, before placing the finger in his mouth to taste the blood and come mixture. He moaned at the taste, and without hesitation thrust his cock in Harry.
Harry didn’t even react, as he had locked himself away in his mind to not have to deal with the pain any longer. He just lay there as the man quickly finished and went upstairs. He lay there staring unseeing at the wall when Uncle Vernon came down in the cellar and hosed him down to get rid of all the blood and come. He didn’t even react as his Uncle unlocked the chains from his wrists and dragged his battered and bruised body up the stairs and locked him in the cupboard again. He just lay there, unmoving, for three days as his body tried to heal itself.
He finally snapped out of it somewhat when his Aunt banged on the cupboard door to wake him up so he could come make breakfast. He slowly crawled over to his clothes and pulled them on before dragging himself in to the kitchen.
The last thing he remembered before he fainted, was his Aunt’s horror filled scream.
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Harry was panting, as if he had run 10 miles, when the memory finally ended and Snape was thrown from his mind, making the Professor slump against his desk.
“Merlin, Potter…why didn’t you tell anyone this was happening?” Snape asked breathlessly.
“Would anybody have cared? After all, I was only a tool; a means to an end.” Harry said bitterly. Suddenly, Snape seemed to realise something about Harry’s memory, as his face twisted in a mask of rage and disgust.
“Potter…you are aware who the two men were, aren’t you?”
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A/N2: Well, there you have it. Can you guess who the two men were? I hope that it wasn't too bad, if it offended anyone, I apologise, but it just sort of wrote itself.
Please review and let me know what you think!
Until next time
//LoveGD
Warnings: Well, we're gonna be having some flashbacks in this chapter, and one of them is...kinda graphic. Just so you know.
A/N: Hi! I decided to upload this chapter today, 'cause I'm not going to have the time to do it this weekend, and...well, you know what I mean. Chapter 11 might be a while, 'cause I'm having a bit of trouble with it. I'll try and get it up asap, anyway. Hope you like it!
Those who guessed right about who Draco and Harry were singing about: Draconayzia, wizli, vittani, AngelRavenDove, Tryst, Yocum1219, HentaiZaru, Gaby, broken_wings, SugoiNoVenom, Anon and Kyuubi.
You guessed right that Draco sang about Lucius and Harry. Harry did sing about Vernon and old Voldipants. Virtual cookies to you!
Chapter 10 - Enjoy!
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Chapter 10
“And the winner is…Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter! It seems we have a tie. Could both gentlemen come up on stage, please?” Professor McGonagall announced in to the microphone. Draco was absolutely outraged! Once again Potter had managed to outshine him in something, but having a tie with Wonder Boy was actually worse than losing outright. He stomped up on stage, showing every last bit of his displeasure with the situation.
“Where’s Potter gone to then? Too scared to show up?” Draco sneered.
Suddenly Hermione Granger made her way up on stage, whispering something in Professor McGonagall’s ear. The Professor looked worried as she seemed to whisper something back in Hermione’s ear. The girl shook her head, before leaving again.
“Well, it seems that Mr Potter is not feeling well and has chosen to retire for this evening. We will just have to give out the prizes on a later date. For now, let’s all go to bed, there is a day tomorrow after all.” At McGonagall’s words, the students gave a collective groan and made their way back to their common rooms to go to bed. Draco was still standing up on the stage, his fists and jaw clenched tightly.
“Draco? Are you coming?” Pansy’s voice seemed to break through his anger a bit, and he stomped down the few steps to join with his two friends.
“I thought you were great, man. I mean, you did win, didn’t you?” Blaise said.
“That doesn’t matter, Blaise! He still beat me, he was still better than me – again!”
Draco hissed through clenched teeth. Pansy and Blaise shared a worried glance behind Draco’s back.
“Draco, dear…don’t you think you’re taking this rivalry with Potter a bit too far? I mean…we are in our last year, and 9 months from now, you’re probably never going to see him again. Ever. Don’t you think that maybe it’s time to stop?” Pansy asked. Draco stopped dead in his track, a stunned look on his face.
“Draco? Are you alright?” Pansy let worry seep in her voice, placing her hand on his arm.
“I’m fine, Pansy. Let’s just get back to the common room, shall we?” Draco said, before leaving the other two behind to share a worried glance before following him down to the snake lair.
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‘I never realized. I never thought there would be a day when he wasn’t there anymore. But Pansy’s right, in just 9 months we’ll graduate and then we’ll probably never see each other again. What is this strange feeling? Could it be…that I’m sad at the thought that I will have to see him go? My enemy and rival?’
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Harry woke on Saturday morning to rain pounding on the magical windows. He got out of his bed and dropped to the floor, beginning his day with push ups and sit ups, as he had done for the past month. He felt a great deal of satisfaction in the way his muscles stretched when he worked out, it made him feel a certain sense of pride in himself.
After having a hot shower to relax and get rid of the sweat that had run all over his body, he dressed in some of his new casual clothes. He picked a pair of dark denim jeans, that hugged his arse and legs in all the right places, before flaring out from the knee down. He chose a tight t-shirt so dark green it shifted to black, with the print ‘I don’t suffer from insanity – I enjoy every minute of it’ in silver across his chest. Nasha was wrapped around his left arm, her head resting on the back of his hand. He pulled on his black boots and tied his hair up in a low pony-tail before placing his wand in a brand new wrist holster on his right arm. That done, he made his way down to the common room, only to find Hermione standing by the tapestry waiting for him.
“Morning, Harry. You look great! You ready to head to breakfast?”
“Morning, Mione. Thanks, you look really nice too. You want to head down to Hogsmeade as soon as we’ve eaten?” Harry asked as they made their way through the tapestry and he waited for her answer as they walked across the Slytherin common room, only to be stopped at the door by none other than a very pissed off looking Draco Malfoy.
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“Well, congratulations, Potter. You’ve managed to beat me yet again. How does it feel to know you’ve beaten perfection?” Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Harry merely lifted his left eyebrow at him, without saying anything.
“Don’t you dare just stand there, all silent and thinking you’re better than me, Potter!”
“Are you quite finished, Malfoy? Only, Mione and I would like to be able to eat breakfast sometime this morning.” Harry calmly asked. He had after all, promised himself that he would cast aside his Gryffindor Golden Boy mask – and that meant stopping with the foolish way he had been fighting with Malfoy, as well. His answer seemed to infuriate the blond Slytherin to no end, as he grabbed Harry by the shoulders and slammed him in to the wall next to the door.
Quick as lightening, Harry hit him with a karate blow that sent him nearly across the room, slamming him into one of the sofas.
“Don’t you dare touch me again, Malfoy. You do, and I’ll make what happened to your bastard of a Father look like a walk in the park, ok? Leave me alone.” After making that statement, Harry turned around and dragged the still shocked Hermione up to the Great Hall, leaving the rest of Slytherin House to stare after them.
Draco slid down to sit on the floor, grey in the face and with his eyes widened in shock of what Potter’s threat really meant. He was one of the few people alive that knew what had really happened when his Father had been killed during the war.
*flashback*
Draco sat alone in the office of Head Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He had been called there this morning, but Shacklebolt had yet to make an appearance. His secretary had informed him that this was due to the battle still raging on outside Godric’s Hollow, but that Mr Shacklebolt would be with him as soon as possible.
Finally, another two hours later, the door opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped into his office, making Draco start at the sudden noise.
“Mr Malfoy, sorry to have kept you waiting; we were just rounding up the last of the Death Eaters still on site in Godric’s Hollow.”
“Then, the war is over? Potter actually killed You-Know-Who?” Draco asked, hope in his voice at the possibility that it was finally over, that their side had won over Voldemort and his followers.
“Yes, Mr Malfoy, Harry arrived with the urn containing the Dark Lord’s ashes just an hour ago. Now, why I asked you here; I’m afraid that I have some bad news for you. Your parents were found dead this morning.” Draco sat quiet for a long while, before asking;
“H-how did they die?”
“It seems that your Mother took her own life after finding your Father. We found a small vial next to her body, it had a very potent poison in it.”
“And my Father?”
“It was quite horrifying, it seemed that he had been hit with a multiple of Dark curses, including ones that eviscerated him after skinning him alive, leaving him to bleed to death.”
“W-who did this? Who killed him?” Draco’s voice got louder at the end of the sentence, and he had stood up, knocking his chair over. Kingsley sighed deeply before answering him.
“We don’t know for sure, it could have been anyone. As soon as we get organised properly, we’ll try and find out, but chances are it was one of the other Death Eaters, or maybe the Dark Lord himself.”
“Thank you for telling me. If you’ll excuse me, I would like to go home now.” Draco said a little dazed.
“Of course, Mr Malfoy. And please accept my condolences.” Draco nodded and they shook hands, before Draco made his way outside and Apparated home to Malfoy Manor.
*end flashback*
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Walking along the main street of Hogsmeade, Hermione kept shooting worried glances at Harry.
He hadn’t said a word since he threatened Malfoy in the common room, and she was starting to worry about him.
“Harry? Are…are you ok?”
“I’m fine, Mione. It just…upset me.”
“You threw him across the room and threatened to kill him. I think that qualifies as a little more than ‘upset’, Harry.” Hermione said sarcastically.
“I just don’t…want people touching me, that’s all. Let’s go to WWW first, ok? The twins wanted me to stop by and check out some papers.”
“Ok, but you’re going to have to talk to someone about this, Harry. I mean, the way you reacted when…”
“Just stop it, Mione. I don’t want to talk about it now. Let’s just go.” With that, Harry stalked away, heading for Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, looking to the world as if a thundercloud had taken up permanent residence above his head.
Hermione shook her head at him, before following him, vowing to make him talk as soon as they got back to the castle.
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“Mr Potter! You will be serving detention at 8 o’clock tonight with me, in my office. Do not be late.” The voice of Severus Snape called out to him as he walked through the doors to the Entrance Hall.
“Is there a reason for this detention, Professor?”
“Fighting with another student is still against the rules of this school, Potter. Perhaps you had forgotten this, but I assure you that I have not. 8 o’clock tonight, Mr Potter.” With a swirl of his black robes, Snape was gone, leaving an angry Harry Potter and an outraged Hermione Granger behind.
“Goddamned Malfoy. I bet he’s the one who told Snape.”
“Probably. Do you want to head down to our rooms, or do you want to do something else?”
“No offence, Mione, but I really just want to be alone right now. I think I’ll go flying until I have to face the greasy bat. I’ll see you later, ok?” Harry took off down a corridor leading up to the third floor.
“But what about your broom, Harry? Don’t you have to go down and get it?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Harry said before turning a corner and disappearing.
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After asking Hogwarts Castle to create a short cut down to his room from the corridor on the third floor, he quickly got his Firebolt and made his way out to the Quidditch pitch to try and clear his head with flying.
As soon as he was soaring through the skies he could feel some of the tension easing from his shoulders. Doing daredevil stunts he let his mind wander, and didn’t notice the audience of first and second year students that had gathered to watch the Great Harry Potter flying.
It wasn’t until professor McGonagall’s magically enhanced voice called to the first and second years that it was 7:30 and that they’d all missed dinner, that he snapped out of his thoughts and became aware of his surroundings again.
Swearing softly to himself, he quickly landed his broom and made his way inside to grab something from the kitchens before his detention with Snape.
“You are on time for once, Mr Potter. I admit to being surprised. For your detention tonight, you will be meditating.”
“Meditating, sir?”
“Yes, Potter, meditating. Now sit down and shut up.”
Doing as he was told, Harry sat down on a pillow lying on the floor in front of the Potions Master’s desk. Closing his eyes, Harry focused his breathing and started emptying his mind.
“And I don’t want to hear a sound from you until you’ve finished, boy.”
‘…not a sound, boy…you deserve this, freak…you like that don’t you, freak? You like my cock up your arse, freak?...scream for me, freak…tonight I’m going to make you bleed…’ Harry whimpered as the memories came crashing back. He was so deep in his mind that he didn’t hear Professor Snape calling his name, or feel when he was shaking him to get him to snap out of it. Just as Snape shouted ‘Legilimens’ and entered his thoughts, his mind settled on a specific memory; his seventh birthday.
*memory/flashback*
Today was his seventh birthday. Like his previous birthdays, today probably wasn’t going to be a good day.
His Cousin Dudley’s birthday had been a very big deal, he had had a party with friends invited, and had gotten lots and lots of presents. Harry never got any presents. During the party, Harry had to stay locked in his cupboard and be quiet so no one would know that he was there. He didn’t really mind being locked in his cupboard, because it was his. He felt safe there. Or as safe you could feel at Number 4 Privet Drive when your name was Harry James Potter.
He had had to clean up after Dudley’s party, when Aunt Petunia and Dudley had gone out to the cinema and dinner, leaving Harry alone with his Uncle. Harry didn’t like his Uncle. He was terrified of him, because every time Harry did something wrong, his Uncle would punish him. Now, these were not your usual punishments, they didn’t punish Dudley like they punished Harry. Well, they never punished Dudley for anything, since he blamed everything on Harry.
So, today was his birthday.
After having cooked breakfast for the Dursley’s, and cleaning the entire house, Harry was exhausted. But he knew the day was not over yet. His Uncle always did something…special on his birthday. As he lay on his small cot, he could hear his Uncle saying goodbye to Aunt Petunia and Dudley. They were going away for a few days on Holiday to Hastings, to visit an old friend of the family. When he heard the door close and the taxi driving away, he held his breath. He started trembling when he heard his Uncle’s steps come to a halt in front of the door to his cupboard. When the door opened, he almost swallowed his own tongue in fright at the sight of his Uncle’s face.
“Come with me, boy. It’s time for your present, today is your birthday after all.”
Harry slowly followed his Uncle down the stairs to the cellar, his steps faltering on the steps as his rail-thin body protested after the hard work it had been put through today. The old t-shirt of Dudley’s that he was wearing went passed his knees and the socks he had on were a pair of Uncle Vernon’s. He wasn’t allowed to wear trousers, since his Uncle thought that it hindered his many punishments too much. His black hair was as unruly as usual, Aunt Marge, Uncle Vernon’s sister, said it was because of the bad blood he had from his parents. Harry got angry when they said anything bad about his parents. They had died in a car accident when Harry was just a baby; he had a strange lightening shaped scar on his forehead from the accident.
“Over here, boy.”
Harry hurried over to where Uncle Vernon was standing. He noticed that the cellar looked different from usual. It was almost completely bare and the walls had been painted a deep maroon. The lights hanging from the ceiling were covered with glass screens. On one of the walls there were chains bolted to a contraption that looked like half a cage. The small window had been nailed shut and covered in soundproof padding.
“Take off your shirt and socks, boy. And your pants, quickly now.”
“Yes, Uncle Vernon.” Harry said with a small voice as he hurried to do as his Uncle asked, less he be punished for not being quick enough. As soon as he was finished his Uncle grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the cage-like thing. He clamped the chains around Harry’s wrists, leaving him standing facing the wall with his hands held together in front of him by the chain.
“Do not move, boy. I will be back soon, and then the fun can begin.”
Harry stands silently as Vernon disappears up the stairs again. He is starting to get cold when his Uncle appears again, dragging a large mattress, and being followed by two men Harry has never seen before.
One of the men has short brown hair and a beard, blue eyes, and is quite slim. He looks to be 35 years old, but Harry can’t really be sure. He is wearing a grey suit with a white shirt and a blue tie.
The second man has light coloured hair and grey eyes. He looks to be in his late twenties, maybe 27, and he is tall. He is dressed in a charcoal suit with a white shirt and a silver tie.
Harry has no idea why the two strange men are there, have they come to watch Vernon punish him? But Vernon never wants anyone else present when he’s punishing Harry. Uncle Vernon throws the mattress on the floor next to where Harry is standing and tells him to lie down on it, face down. Doing as he is told, Harry doesn’t see the lust filled looks that he is getting from the three men.
“Isn’t he perfect? Just look at how obedient he is. You have trained him well, Vernon.”
A cold and amused voice says.
“Why, thank you! It’s taken a couple of years to get him this obedient, I can tell you. But then, I did take great pleasure in training him.” Vernon said gleefully.
“Are we allowed to do as we please with him? And do you want the money before or after?” the second voice said, just as coldly as the first one.
“Do what you want, and we can settle the money afterwards. Do you want me to go get some of the tools I use to discipline him? It’s mostly whips and such.”
“That would be…enjoyable. Please do.”
“I will be right back, gentlemen.”
Harry could hear his Uncle make his way up the stairs, and as soon as the door closed, the two men started talking to each other in amused voices.
“This is going to be fun, don’t you think? Vernon tells me he is a virgin, I have not had a virgin in years. It is always a pleasure to be the first to take them, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes, my old friend. I suppose that you want to go first then? Not that I mind, I’ve always preferred to have the blood as a lubricant when I take them.”
“Thank you, I would prefer to go first.”
“Here you go, gentlemen. It is some of my favourite whips and a few knives. Don’t forget to leave your mark on him, as you are the first ones to try him out.” With that Vernon left again, locking the door behind him.
During all this, Harry had lain completely still, trying not to draw attention to himself, all the while panicking in his mind. These men were going to do something to him, something that he hadn’t experienced before, he was sure of that. He had never heard Uncle Vernon talk like the two men had, so it must be something new. He could hear the rustling of fabric as the two men took off all their clothes, before they each picked up a tool from the box that Vernon had brought. The brown haired man chose a large bowie-knife, and the blonde man chose a cat-o’-nine-tails whip that had small metal pieces braided into the tails.
“Now, boy, do you know what we are going to do to you?” the blonde man said.
“No, sir.” Harry answered with a small and frightened voice.
“We are going to punish you.” Was the answer he got, in that cold amused voice. Harry buried his head in the mattress and started to shake. All he wanted right now was to be anywhere else.
That was when the whip fell on his back for the first time that night.
Crying out his pain, his scream was greeted by an amused chuckle, before the whip fell again. Again and again the blows rained on his back, until all the skin was broken and bleeding. Harry lay whimpering on the now bloodied mattress, but this was not his worst punishment by far. Uncle Vernon usually whipped him, so he was used to that. His Uncle had never whipped him so methodically, though. He had never made sure that every part of Harry’s back, butt and legs were covered in bleeding wounds as this stranger was doing.
Suddenly the whip stopped, and the cold amused voice spoke to it’s companion.
“Why don’t you have a go with that knife, old friend? I feel like I need a small break before I continue, and besides, why should I have all the fun while he is still able to scream?”
“Thank you, dear friend, I think I shall.”
Suddenly Harry’s back was on fire again, as the second man started slicing in his already open wounds with his knife. Harry started screaming again, his throat already raw from the screaming he had done while being whipped. His screams were hoarse now, and his voice would soon be completely gone.
The torture seemed endless, and Harry didn’t know how long he had been down there in the cellar with the two men.
When the knife stopped cutting, he could only whimper as tears poured from his eyes. He was sure he was going to die any second. No one could take all that and still be alive, and yet he was.
Suddenly he could feel one of the men kneel down behind him and push his legs apart before he started stroking Harry’s much abused arse with hands that seemed gentle. The hands pushed his arse cheeks aside, and he could feel something hard pressing against his anus. Automatically it clenched, and that seemed to please the man as he gave a small chuckle before leaning forward to whisper in the frightened child’s ear.
“It really is a pity that you cannot scream anymore, I do love it so when they scream when I take them.” Without further ado, that hard thing pressing against his anus was shoved in him. Harry opened his mouth and let out a long, keening wail, sounding like a wounded animal. The pain from the huge cock thrusting in and out of his arse nearly made him pass out. He could hear the man groaning and panting in pleasure as he continued to tear Harry up inside. Suddenly he froze, and with a last groan, came inside Harry. The come felt like fire inside of him, and he was sure that he would burn to a cinder. Maybe then the pain would stop.
“He really was exquisite, my friend. You will find him to your liking I am sure.” The man said as he pulled out of Harry and stood up to clean up and get dressed.
“Oh, I am sure that I will. I will see you upstairs in a little while, just as soon as I finish down here.”
“Take your time, no need to hurry on my account. I will settle the bill while you finish up, and then we can go have a drink at my house. You simply must meet my wife and son, he is seven now, and is starting to become quite accomplished in his lessons.”
“I would like that very much, my friend. I will be up shortly.” At that the first man made his way up the stairs, banged on the door so Vernon would open it, and stepped out to take a shower, leaving Harry alone with his next rapist.
The man knelt down between Harry’s bloodied legs and traced a finger over his torn anus, before placing the finger in his mouth to taste the blood and come mixture. He moaned at the taste, and without hesitation thrust his cock in Harry.
Harry didn’t even react, as he had locked himself away in his mind to not have to deal with the pain any longer. He just lay there as the man quickly finished and went upstairs. He lay there staring unseeing at the wall when Uncle Vernon came down in the cellar and hosed him down to get rid of all the blood and come. He didn’t even react as his Uncle unlocked the chains from his wrists and dragged his battered and bruised body up the stairs and locked him in the cupboard again. He just lay there, unmoving, for three days as his body tried to heal itself.
He finally snapped out of it somewhat when his Aunt banged on the cupboard door to wake him up so he could come make breakfast. He slowly crawled over to his clothes and pulled them on before dragging himself in to the kitchen.
The last thing he remembered before he fainted, was his Aunt’s horror filled scream.
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Harry was panting, as if he had run 10 miles, when the memory finally ended and Snape was thrown from his mind, making the Professor slump against his desk.
“Merlin, Potter…why didn’t you tell anyone this was happening?” Snape asked breathlessly.
“Would anybody have cared? After all, I was only a tool; a means to an end.” Harry said bitterly. Suddenly, Snape seemed to realise something about Harry’s memory, as his face twisted in a mask of rage and disgust.
“Potter…you are aware who the two men were, aren’t you?”
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A/N2: Well, there you have it. Can you guess who the two men were? I hope that it wasn't too bad, if it offended anyone, I apologise, but it just sort of wrote itself.
Please review and let me know what you think!
Until next time
//LoveGD